Dirty

It was cold
In there all alone
I had nothing left
As I picked up my phone

I typed my last goodbyes
Before I lay down to sleep
I said eff you all
What you sow you will reep

I sat there alone
Scared and ashamed
Bloody and dirty
My arms were all mamed

You made me feel disgusting
Like a price of trash
I kept wondering why
But I didn't thrash

I knew it wouldn't matter
You'd done it before
I couldn't hide
I couldn't lock my front door

So I lay there and prayed
It would be over soon
I just stared out my window
Up at the moon

The bleach made me clean
The blood made me sad
The rape made me feel
So effing l bad

I lay there for hours
I cried out for a day
But I knew to just let you 
All have your way

I knew better than fighting
So I closed my eyes
And prayed it would be over
Before the sunrise

But it won't ever end
Cause ill never forget 
The one single word
You said as the sun set

I'll never forgive
And I'll never be clean
I'll fade away
And never be seen

I tried and I fought
To keep it inside
But they would never believe me
You would say that I lied

So I drank the bleach
And I picked up the blade
To fix the gaping hole
In my soul that you made
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Agustin Avatar
December 21, 2025 at 4:25 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Gayagay Avatar
September 12, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Sad, but beautifully written.
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